Seated upright in bed with a steaming cup of warm tea in hand, I feel uncomfortable being closely stared at by the Asian brunette seated in front of me on a wooden stool.
It’s been an hour or so since I woke up and failed to convince the female that I’m not some higher breed of Lycanthrope spirit sent by their moon goddess herself to protect and watch over her children.
From the information I got from the female, unlike what I’d thought when I first woke up, I’m still in the Moon Kingdom, but on the lower grounds in a pack built below the mountain called Creek River Pack. A pack made up of common breed shifters and hybrids unaccepted to dwell on the mountain due to their lesser bloodline.
After falling into the creek, and losing consciousness thanks to the fact that I was f*****g impa
